Chapters (87)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Extract from To Keep You Safe
- About the Author
‘Then why was I able to come in, look around for a while, if our son was just next door getting loo roll? That would only take a couple of minutes.’ I’m looking for holes in this story. I know I sound desperate; I am. Because I’m visualising the flat and I’m seeing it differently now. I’m remembering how easy it was to break open the makeshift cage – how I’d tried to cut it open before realising it was hinged. Easy to open. Not a cage for Jack but a dog crate. I feel a dull, cold, dropping sensation in my stomach.
‘The first neighbour didn’t answer and the second one, their disabled mother had fallen and they needed Jack’s help getting her up off the floor.’
‘Then where was the puppy?’ My voice is a plaintive cry. ‘Why was the puppy not in there?’
‘Because our Jack is not a complete div – he didn’t want to leave a new puppy unsupervised with Jack.’
I think of Winston: was Jack scared for the puppy or for the boy?
Nick is continuing. ‘So he picks the puppy up and nips next door to get the loo roll. He only meant to be gone for a minute. And I know what you’re going to say – he shouldn’t have left Jack, not even for a moment, and what parent can say that they haven’t taken the same risks themselves?’ His eyes are fierce: I daren’t take the challenge.
‘A puppy?’ is all I can say.
‘Yes, Lisa. You ruined young Jack’s life because of a puppy. You ripped him from his father’s life because of a puppy. You didn’t attend your own mother’s funeral and you stopped me from seeing my grandson, you’ve brought him out here in the middle of nowhere, and Jack says you’ve stopped Jack from going to school, all because of a puppy!’
He stands up. ‘I hope you’re proud of yourself.’
Seventy-Two
seventy-two:
– now –
A puppy. Can this be true? I don’t know what to say. I’m weak, I’m hurting and all I can think of is the gun lying on the lawn. I remember Erica’s face as she looked down on me from the landing, in silent condemnation. How could this be all my fault?
‘What about the fire?’ I finally manage, weakly. Perhaps I’ve been reading everything wrong. Is that possible?
But I do want to know about the fire. It’s all I’ve got now.
‘The fire? At your work?’
I can only nod to say: Yes, that is what I mean. I wonder if Nick will judge me harshly if I go to the larder and get a little something else. Just another 2 mg of diazepam will do it. Just a little something else to take this growing horror away.